May 26, 2007 8:22am
Formless reflections....a feeble attempt to express gratitude
How can I possibly express my gratitude on this Memorial Day weekend? Words fail miserably; thank God we have music.
This weekend's commemoration is in honor of a unique band of brothers and sisters --- those who faced their last moments in unintelligible circumstances with thoughts and feelings that remain untold for all eternity. And upon their departure they leave behind others: parents, children, siblings, and friends who are left to also stare into that formless reflection of matter.....yet must stiill remain here. Brutal; thank God we have music.
To those who remain: forgive my feeble attempt to use words to pass along the gratitude and .....????? (some other nameless feeling) ....that dwells in the center of my heart. The best I can do is express my gratitude and offer you any of my Jerry and Hunter materials where a Light not made by the hands of men resides.
Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion ---AshesRising (Jerri1031-dp3 AT yahoo DOT com)
THE FINAL INSPECTION - Lest We Forget (Author unknown)
The Marine stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, Marine,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you Marine,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
This post was modified by AshesRising on 2007-05-26 15:22:58